Page 15 of F*ckin’ With Me

“Wh-what? You want me to spread my legs?” I asked. I had never been asked to spread my legs. I wasn’t slow, and my deductive reasoning skills were very sound. He already told me that we weren’t having intercourse, so that had to mean he wanted to perform oral sex.

He gave me that sexy smirk like only he could. “Let me ask you this. Do you want to spread your legs so I can eat your pussy, Simonette? That’s what I want to do.”

The thought of his mouth on me in such an intimate way was enough for my body to orgasm from the excitement of it.

It didn’t take me long to think about it.

This weekend is the bomb. It started with a fake relationship but turned into riding in a private jet, getting my first kiss, and I was about to have Daylen Verse’s mouth on me. I spread my legs slowly. “Yes, I do.”

“That’s a good girl. I’m about to show you with my mouth what it’s like to fuck with a nigga like me. This weekend, I’m going to give you the rest of the reasons to continue fuckin’ with me.”

He pulled his shirt off. That man’s body was immaculate.

God decided to bless him with an eight-pack.

He was fearfully and wonderfully made. After his shirt was off, he climbed on the bed, between my legs.

His hands followed his kisses, trailing up my inner legs.

Shivers filled my spirit. His fingers looped under the waistband of my bikini bottom.

Just then, a concern popped into my mind. “Wait, wait. My bottom was emerged in the ocean. I need to freshen up. That water is salty.”

He gawked at me for a moment, then he kissed my inner thigh. “I think I’ll survive, baby. Let me do this.”

One second, his fingers were looped in my waistband; the next, my back arched off the bed, and my eyes were rolling back in their sockets. “Oh . . . my . . . God! Daylen!”

I had read about the excitement of a man putting his mouth on you a million gazillion times. I understood then. Is it possible to get this all the time? I hoped so.

His tongue moved in ways I didn’t know were physically possible. One of his hands cupped my little ass cheek, and the other had a firm grip on my mango-sized breast. My abdomen cramped, and my body convulsed. It felt like I wet the bed. Did I pee?

“Yeah, let me taste you. You taste so fuckin’ good. I’m going to want to taste this pussy every day,” Daylen confessed. Dreams do come true.

I didn’t realize you could orgasm so many times from oral sex. When I masturbated, I orgasmed two times at the most. I never thought you could get lightheaded.

I had no idea how long he was down there. He did things with his mouth—oh, and finger! He put his finger inside of me. I could admit, at first, the forensic scientist in me took over for a second to think about the DNA that his finger left in me. I shunned the thought though.

It was absolutely the best feeling ever. He wiped the corners of his mouth when he was finished. He got up and walked to the phone in the room. He pressed two buttons on it.

“Yes, Mr. Verse. How can I help you?” Our butler’s voice filled the room. I loved that we had a private butler. The wedding guests didn’t have that, but the parents’ villa did.

“Yes, Saeed. I need someone to change the sheets on my bed. My girl and I will be in the shower. They can come in and do it while we are in there.” Daylen’s eyes didn’t leave mine as he made his request.

“Yes, Mr. Verse. I will have someone right over,” Saeed confirmed. There was no more conversation.

Daylen hung up then told me to take a shower with him. A weekend full of new experiences. I went into the weekend expecting Daylen to just fulfill his favor of being my fake boyfriend. Nothing more, nothing less. That night proved I was going to get so much more.

I had no idea when I fell asleep. It was the best sleep I ever had. When my eyes opened, my body was wrapped around Daylen’s firm body. He was right; he felt nothing like a body pillow. It was so relaxing.

My eyes closed when his lips kissed my forehead. “Good morning, beautiful. What’s on the agenda today?”

I blew out a heavy breath. “Originally, I was supposed to be busy with stuff for the wedding. Now my day is free, I don’t know what to do.”

He shifted on his side to wrap his arms around me. His eyes were so intense. They were a beautiful shade of brown that was just light enough to see the golden flakes in them. “Well, let me fill your day up. There’s some cool shit we can get into.”

There was a knock on our bedroom door. Daylen told whoever it was to come in. Rissa popped her head in. “Simonette, your daddy is out here. He doesn’t look happy either.” She whispered the last part.

Oh my God! My daddy is out there, and I’m laid up with a man. It wasn’t the same as when my mother popped up. I didn’t care about pissing her off. My father was a different story. I jumped out of bed so fast my feet got tangled in the sheets, and I fell.

“Simonette, be careful, shit.” I knew he meant it, but he still let out a light laugh. “I don’t want a disabled girlfriend. It’s gonna be hard for you to come to my first game of the season with a boot on your foot or a cast on your arm.”

My head snapped in his direction. “Your first game? You want me to come to your first game?”

I heard Rissa’s chuckle, but I kept my attention on Daylen. His jaw tightened, and his eyebrows dipped. “Simonette, it’s not uncommon for the players’ girlfriends to attend games. Rissa and my father will be there. Go get yourself together to talk to your dad.”

I almost forgot he was out there. My eyes darted around the room to find the robe that I had on after we got out of the shower.

Showering with Daylen was a life-altering experience.

The robe was where I pulled it off. I grabbed it, put it on, then rushed into the bathroom to at least brush my teeth.

When I came back into the bedroom, Daylen wasn’t in there.

I heard his loud laugh in the living room.

Oh Lord. I walked out of the bedroom toward my daddy and Daylen.

Daylen’s smile when he saw me warmed my soul, and my heart felt like it did a double beat.

His arm extended to wrap around my waist and pull me to his side before he gave me another forehead kiss.

“Good morning, bedhead. How are you doing this morning?” my daddy asked me.

I smiled. “I’m good, Daddy. What are you doing here?”

“I’m wondering why I didn’t see you at your sister’s wedding breakfast.” He looked at Daylen and me. His eyes settled on Daylen. “Son, don’t bring me a grandbaby before you bring me a ring to approve.”

“Daddy!” My hands flew over my face. I couldn’t believe he said that.

Daylen laughed. “I got you, Mr. Brand. You don’t have to worry about that. I’ll make sure she’s official, official before I put a baby in—”

“Daddy! I didn’t come, because Lanette uninvited me to all her wedding activities, including the wedding itself.” I wanted to stop what I knew would come out of Daylen’s mouth. We weren’t even having sex.

My father’s jaw ticked side to side, and his eyes turned into slits. “What the fuck do you mean, you were uninvited to your sister’s wedding? I know that’s not what I heard you say.”

“Daddy, it’s alright. I never wanted to be in the wedding party anyway. She only asked me so that you wouldn’t get mad,” I admitted.

He crossed his arms over his chest. “I don’t give a fuck about you being in that wedding party. Hell, I was surprised when you told me that you were in it. The way she treats you, I would have told her hell no.”

When he started to pace, I knew we had a problem on our hands. My father got annoyed often, upset even, but that had him infuriated. “Daddy, I promise, I’m fine. Daylen, Rissa, Rashad, and I are going to spend the day doing stuff on the island.”

“Get dressed. I’ll wait for you here. Daylen, get your ass ready. You’re coming too,” my father instructed.

There was no need to argue with him when he used his father tone. I knew better. “Yes, Daddy.” I grabbed Daylen’s hand. “Come on.”

He didn’t resist me pulling him to the bedroom. I closed the door once we were in it. “Daylen, what do I do? He’s going to cuss my mother and sister out.” It was my turn to pace. “What do I do?”

Daylen sat down on the bed bench. “Well, first, I think you should calm down. Come sit next to me.”

I stopped pacing. When he patted the bench again, I hesitantly sat next to him. “I’m calm.”

“What we’re going to do is shower, get ready, and go with your father. I hope his ass does curse their ass out because they deserve that shit.” He grabbed my hand. “You remember at your house, I told you to let me be your nigga?” When I nodded, he smiled softly. “Let that man be your father.”

He was right. I would let my father handle it. “Alright, let’s get ready. I’ll take a shower in Rissa’s room.”

He sucked his teeth. “Simonette, stop fuckin’ playing with me. Get your ass in the damn shower. If your daddy felt a way, his ass would have stopped you from bringing me in here.”

When he stood up and told me to come on, I came on. I guessed we’d run on and see what the end would be.

It took less than an hour for Daylen and me to get ready. By the time we were done, Rissa had already left to go to the beach, and Rashad had disappeared somewhere. I still wondered which bridesmaid he messed with. It had to be Jessica. She was the only single one.

The wedding party was congregating on their villa’s patio. My mother was out there with them like she was young. She was my sister’s best friend, which would be cool if she still remembered her age. Mr. and Mrs. Everland went to the spa for a couple’s session.

“Simone and Lanette, let me have a word with you two privately,” I heard my father say from where Daylen and I stood in the living room.